One night they came to me looking for the beast, the Prophets of the Rose. They have come to slay the beast and the beast was here all along.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

XI Prophet of Justice

XI

There is liberation in dementia, a respite from boredom that plagues the witty mind.

It is an escape from the mindless chatter of the blind and the faithless; the ignorant and the incapacitated; the hopelessly malicious and the bitterly spiteful. The cackling laughter of the hag WILL be silenced with the edge of a sword and heads WILL roll.... because in this world, I can ensure it.

In this world, I can get away with it.... And this is the slaying of cowards and hypocrites, of back-stabbers and psychic vampires. I wish to hunt the witch-hunters and strip away their facade; I wish to poison the charlatans and bleed out their lies.